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Tanka Humorous Poems | Tanka Poems About Humorous

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Details | Tanka |

Pleasure Hike Tanka 2

Beautiful forest 
Hiking with brave friends I trust
I hopscotch across
River rock, slippery moss
Fell on my butt, soaking wet

I'm such a dumb klutz
Everyone laughs their guts  off
Wow! That hurt my butt 
Screwed up. No clothes I regret
Walked around soaking wet

By: Eve Roper 1/14/2015

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |



not a pleasant sound
combining potts with the moon,
but, farm girls had learned
clem potts, in his rustic way,
was quite the village dreamer

lord of the haystack,
when the field was night-flooded,
the cows all asleep,
was he crooning his love theme -
clem potts, wily moon-schemer

her name, clara june
was the prettiest filly 
with clem all aswoon
she’d met clem potts at the fair
where he’d won the ‘dog-eat’ fest

forty chili dogs
the last one nearly come up
he could still taste it
the beans, the hot tomatoes
belch without puke, the test

and, by god, he’d won,
had staved off hurl tornado
stored the big rumble
that churning away inside
mixed with green bile and the rest

he was quoting keats -
the moon-streaked straw in her hair -
thinking not those chili dogs,
about to brush clara’s cheek,
bent on a roll in the hay

clem said, “i love you.”
lord when lips formed the last word
clem’s gut did a flip
and the poor young clara june
turned blue from the blast, then gray

If your name is Potts I must apologize, so too if Clara June.

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |



the preacher explains
as he travels tracks on his palm
he is on god’s path
helter-skelter tracks indeed!
the midnight express toots warning

reverend smith
with his superior air
mounts the podium
from the loft i can see
through the tear     his underwear

after sunday service
a hundred dollar bill in the collection plate
“praise the lord!” says smith
to himself     quietly covering it
with a five dollar bill

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |



I ask
did she do that
i console myself
sun got in her eyes

trying to remember
is it mary lou
or carrie
never mind
whichever just gave me the finger

this english class
so big
yet so small
sitting back of
that long    shiny    black hair

all i said was
could i borrow a piece of paper
then she blew
tossed the wet rag
over her shoulder

that awful night
I asked her out
no reply
just a face
that belongs on rushmore

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |



sure enough
lost five pounds the first week
no money back
no money back the next 51 either
dr.slim getting rich

cold turkey
the only way to go on a diet
yes    says dr. slim
but put it between two slices of bread
and you’re screwed

the world
is full of starving people
so says t.v.
it’s terrible says marge
stuffing down her 4th taco


last night playing poker
i lost everything
my mortgage    my car
and yes    you bitch
your alimony check too

lost childhood
mother hubbard
boy blue
the entire familiar crew
and adultery doesn’t help the now

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

At The Doctor's Office - Five Seven Five - Tanka

~At The Doctor's Office~
(5-7-5- /- Tanka)

An elderly man
goes into doctor's office
for his physical

after a while the
doctor comes out,  then says
sorry Bill,  but we

discovered you have
a condition which only
allows you to live

another six weeks
"but doctor" Bill replied," I
really feel great

haven't felt better
in years,this just can't be true,
an'thing I can do?

Doctor,  just thought for
a moment and said to Bill
well, you might start by

going down the street
to that new "Health Spa" and take
a mud bath each day

Excitedly Bill
Asked," And will that cure me Doc?
"No" Replied the doc,
after a little while,   but,
will get you used to the dirt.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

At the Track

         At the Track
At the starting line
Engines revving vroom, vroom, vroom
Burning rubber - GO
Flags are waving zoom, zoom, zoom
Better stop now for new tires

Copyright © Rochelle Harris | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

tanka 10

Tam Pierce
a gray mare 
the circus-clowns' car
old uncle Tom Cobbley et al
going to Widecombe Faire

Copyright © Paul Geiger | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

Ferris Wheel

ferris wheel
rising with the moon and stars
suddenly stops
but hey diddle diddle
almost jump over the moon

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

Sans Servile

In sang-froid, sass cords:
Sangoma dashes siren,
Thunder crashes trunk;
Sarky banters with lippy.
Spim for Santa maidenhead.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

Sonnet Sorrows and Tanka Blankas

Can’t write me a good sonnet
It’s a bee in my bonnet
The words will NOT rhyme
It is such a crime
Others have gone and done it!

Piece of pie with the quatrains
Them beauties tickle my brains
I just cannot stop
The words they just pop
But dang sonnets sure are pains!

It’s clear that I’m no Shakespeare
But I try, now what’s the fear?
Might fall on my face
And be a disgrace
A laugh for many a peer!

And then there is the tanka
Help me, or I’ll just spank ya
Keep wanting to rhyme
I get stuck each time
Praise me, and I will thank ya!

Don’t let me start on haiku
I try with so much ado
That blasted third line
Just won’t turn out fine
You’re laughing now, aren't you?

For Andrea's Contest
Show me the Funny (Part II)

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

Pickup Line For Contest

Never had the courage to say, 
"Hi Beautiful, will you go to bed with me?"
My face would probably get slapped
But as they say in baseball
many strikeouts for a Home Run.

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |


A lake within me 
Night-full looks for an outlet 
The mere is empty 
Back to sleep dream of horses
Surviving in Serengeti   

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

Lake Ontario

urban noise. . .
2000 mile drive
to Lake Ontario
dreamless sleep in tent
till generators charge

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

My Huckle Berry Heaven 2K13

Many of time have
I sat upon earthy ground,
amongst Huckle Berry patches
gorging in Huckle Berry heaven
with glutton lips painted purple.

Copyright © Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

Fly By

Past the layby fly
Cars with petrol in their tanks
Going home for tea
We're not going anywhere
Pancake flattened battery

by Gail

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |



I wrote a poem
waited for all the replies
people said, "Tanka" 
(as they quipped back a note)
I said, "You are most Welcome!" 

- Edlynn Nau
© May 14, 2016

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka |

Tank Fest Tanka

Tim went to the Bovington Tank Festival...

baking in hot sun
spud boy wargasms like blitzkrieg
contemplating tanks

injustice of war ice cream
chocolate shrapnel sprinkled

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

Of Nails And Wood

(A funny Tanka)

Innkeeper: Rooms $15
A night.It's $5 if you make
Your own bed.Guest says:
I'll make my own.Inkeeper:
"Great,"Get you some nails and wood!

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000

September, 10,2014

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tanka |

Play With Me Papa

Play with me Papa
Dance like a princess Papa
Time to have tea Papa
Let's go to the park Papa
Wake up it's not bedtime Papa

Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

Falcon's Mistake Tanka

hungry falcon dives eyeing easy meal in nest angry blackbirds rise showering him with fierce pecks leaving him stunned in surprise

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tanka |

The Worst Poet

I'm the worst poet that's ever been.
Worst poet, and don't you know it.

I write for the world, to read my words.
I write for the world, which feels my hurt.
My spelling is awful.
For which I'm ungrateful.
My wording's like dirt.
For which I'm unfaithful.

I'm the worst poet that's ever been.
Worst poet, and don't you know it.

My pencils are broken.
My pen's out of ink.
My wording is lacking.
They think I'm a fink.
A stoolpigeon writer.
Where things could be brighter.
Without so much laughter.
Because that's what they're after.

I'm the worst poet that's ever been.
Worst poet, and don't you know it.

The worst poet that's ever been..

Worst Poet-Humorous Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1999,2014..All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tanka |

salafist and valentine

Salafist Tanka  
In Timbuktu 
Tobacco is banned
Hands get cut off 
Of those who smoke cigarettes
Awkward if you roll your own   

Knocks on the front door
A draught of cold air got in 
Sleeps between us 
Tomorrow… valentine´s day
Insincere words and flowers.   

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

Plastered Basement

Randy Hoards Brandy
Locks his stash secretly
Basement waterloggs
His animals go fuzz fuzz
Singing Glory to the keeper

Copyright © Zoe Life | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tanka |

Cowboy Poems and some more

Cowboy Poem 

Horses are lovely  
But they fear and hate cowboys 
In black hats 
Who when robbing banks 
Use spurs harshly to get away 
 From men in white hats

Tourist town 

Under the ironic moon 
Five thousand cars 
Looking for a parking place 
Tail lights are red stars
Circling the insufferable
Our idea of summer Paradise 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

Playing dumb

Sitting on the sun
Pretending there is no light
Who's got the matches
This is fun, I'm playing dumb
How soon are we gonna jump

Copyright © Davor Miljkovic | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka |


A complete stranger 
beside me on the metro-
was talking over phone 
She forgot to take her bag, 
The metro already passed that stop.

Copyright © Md Shahadat Hossain | Year Posted 2017